The Song of the Sea

The rain eased yesterday afternoon but returned with a vengeance in the evening which rather derailed our plan for a second swim of the day from Treen Beach and drove us instead into the Logan Inn for warming steak and ale pies.  The morning dawns dull and mizzly.  However my plan for the day still…

Mist and Surf

The camper van we have hired for the week is parked broadside on to the wind and rocks erratically in the gusts which carry palpably solid looking clumps of mist amongst the fine drizzle.  Twelve hours is a long time in English weather, what happened to yesterday evening’s sweltering sunshine? The beach is all but…

Serpentine

It is high tide and the beach below the car park has been reduced to a narrow sandy strip.  We assume it is sandy as the remaining people are packed just about close enough to carpet the beach in towels and windbreaks.  Fortunately though we have walked from the campsite and it is just a…

Cornish Surf

From the campsite high on the hill yet a mile distant from Towan Beach we can hear the endless rumble of surf driven by the warm, easterly breeze.  The sound fades and rises again on the walk down the hill and by the creek behind the hill there is no breeze and the sound is…

Ride the Tide

Swimming from the rowing club at Totnes can be an interesting balancing act between tide and river flow, time, and of course how far you want to go; though the idea here was to swim upstream through the town as far as the weir, which is 1.4 (ish) miles.  That takes about an hour and so to…

Solitary Swimmer

Maidencombe Beach was deserted.  It was only 9:30 it was true but it was also a perfect summer morning with barely any breeze and the beach faces due east into the morning sunshine.  surely I couldn’t have it to myself. But I did.  The water appeared deep blue to almost black against the reflected sunshine…